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angels - j1hunnit lyrics

[intro]
1hunnit
(goldiesound)

[verse 1]
youngin turned to the streets, he did away with dreams
i watched him bust a brick on the floor and spread angel wings
all i wanted was a pair of red monkey jeans
some new white 1s and a starched*down coogi tee
look, i’ma be here for a minute, get used to be
i’ll never sign up for the hype, they not foolin’ me
damon wayans, a good wife and kids sound cool to me
i hear them n*ggas say the streets dead, that ain’t news to me
father god, i need an angel, satan usin’ me
my b*tch been treatin’ mе like a drug, she abusin’ me
shе think i’m finna stick around with her ’cause we got history
i ain’t even askin’ for a lot, just be good to me
can you be my peace? would you rub my feet?
can you clean my house? would you cook my feast?
can you ease my aggression? would you tame my beast?
if i ask for too much, don’t bother gettin’ nothin’ for me
i got nothin’ but love, i wouldn’t be surprised if you leave
and when love ain’t enough, the pape’ finna put us at ease
my emotions tattooed, you see how i feel on my sleeves
married to money, newlywed, we just put it in ink
this sh*t for life, but sh*t, our bond ain’t as great as you think
she start producin’ for me more when i found her lil’ kinks
she finally start to come around when i ask her to link
i got scales in the cabinet and dope in the sink
pull the birds out the bath, then we dress ’em in minks
took a swig with the plug when he offered a drink
had ’em migratin’ south with a nod and a wink
only an angel could’ve made this sh*t happen to me
sittin’ in sorrow with the riches ain’t happy to me
i crack a smile, ’cause that sh*t could’ve happened to me
[verse 2]
i play the spot like the sponge do the krusty krab
i really had to work for this sh*t, they think life was fab
waitin’ to heal made me better, i didn’t pick the scab
when n*ggas laugh at me, i just breathe before i kick some ass
that’s why n*ggas smoke trees and fill ‘woods with gas
the only way to balance myself out and give folks a pass
my soul coastin’ through the wind like a blade of glass
them other n*ggas serve small time, but we produce for mass
he got a scholarship to boston, he could’ve hooped for mass
but he was tryna serve the student body, he never went to class
he said he’d rather play the corner, college ain’t his swag
he said, “i’m lookin’ up to you, n*gga, you in a different bag”
i told him do somethin’ else, ’cause that was all i had
this music sh*t an outlet to me, i never meant to brag
i still get prescription meds from a local hag
ain’t waitin’ on ’em to do sh*t, them n*ggas feet would drag
school still stuck in his ways, he won’t cut his sh*g
the dope settle in in thirty minutes, his body start to lag
you can see the dirt come off his head when he wipe his rag
the cocaine drainin’ give him loogies, his throat start to gag
the snow so good, they just buy it, they don’t check the tag
gave unc’ one free bump and got his tail to wag
he wanna shake hands and chest*bump with his happy ass
i told him, “next time, calm down, you’ll get an extra bag”

- j1hunnit lyrics

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